I LOVE Mitsouko, it is an unbelievably beautiful smell, and it can work as well on men as on women. I get why reformulations became required but in some ways it's also rather sad. The idea of spending hours in a vintage perfume house, being able to smell all the scents on offer (in between coffee beans, of course) seems heavenly and also overpowering.

Perfume is so incredibly evocative, partially because people's skin becomes the last ingredient in a scent, and so everyone subtly transforms smells to be a part of themselves. Even more amazing to be able to smell history.